MLB has had her breakfast, morning medications, her bath, and I’ve changed the dressing on the wound. We’re now taking her for a manicure and pedicure.

Lest the above make her sound too helpless, she prepares her own breakfast; she can do almost anything that doesn’t involve bending over or standing on her tiptoes and stretching. She also bathes herself¹. My only roles are washing her back, since she can’t reach around to do that, and just stand by in case she needs any help getting in and out of the shower. Thus far, she hasn’t. Oh, I also hand her a towel when the bathing is over.

The wound treating hasn’t been near as bad as my initial dreading of that process. As I said after the first dressing change, “I didn’t puke; she didn’t cry out in pain.” And she has yet to knee me in the stindeens, so I guess I’m doing OK on the gentleness front.

I’m driving her to her nail appointment; while she’s on the pain medication, she’s not supposed to drive.

Kind of a different way to spend a Sunday morning. I wish I didn’t have to, but glad I’m able.

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